Allotment therapy

It’s finally hit me. The horrible news that I mentioned a couple of weeks ago was that my beautiful niece Becky died two weeks ago. Messages from her friends about the funeral arrangements are heartbreaking.
Both her dad, my brother, and her mum have passed away. David two years ago and Carole a couple of years before that. So it falls to more distant relatives to organise a suitably meaningful send off when all I can think is was a terrible tragic waste it is.
Some physical activity and some supervision of the lovely Mr EAnn this afternoon have helped a bit.